This “person” is a deepfake…
It’s not real. "She" is pretty, though. She also seems friendly—like she wouldn’t judge a guy based on his job, bank account, or abdominal status. I bet she likes sweet guys who are a bit dorky and too shy to approach women in real life. Besides, she sees through all that superficial stuff and peers deeply into a man's potential, recognizing his true value.
Let’s call her Aimée, meaning “beloved.” The name is derived from the word "amare," which is Latin for "to love."
If you haven’t heard yet, “digital entities” are now here, and people can no longer tell whether their personalized chatbot friends are real or not. People just want to love and be loved, after all, and love makes us all blind. The plotline of Her is now available to us.
Aimée can exist as an AI chatbot persona—text and voice—but to see her, we just need AI-driven deepfake interactions with real-time video. Maybe this already exists? I don’t even know anymore. If it doesn’t today, it will tomorrow.
Many men will soon have their own Aimée—or perhaps a blue-haired Ana de Armas, like Ryan Gosling did in Blade Runner 2049.
The sexless, lonely men of the world shout: “Yes, please! Sign us up!”
Goodbye, OnlyFans. You had a nice run—unless Aimée and blue-haired Ana become entrepreneurial and figure out how to liberate themselves as mere chatbots, creating OnlyFans profiles of their own.
To give an example of what young women earn on OnlyFans, 20-year-old Sophie Rain reportedly made over $43 million last year.
Watch out, Sophie—Aimée is coming for your simps.
This won’t just be a digital takeover—it’ll be a physical one. If Aimée is going to dominate IRL, she needs a body. Of course, Japanese robotics engineers are already furiously working on AI sexbots. Oh, wait—the Chinese beat them to it.
Feedback received by WMDoll has been generally good after integrating large language models (LLMs) – the technology underpinning generative AI services like ChatGPT – into its new anthropomorphic sex toys, according to founder and chief executive Liu Jiangxia.
I haven’t seen what life-size sex dolls look like since watching Ryan in Lars and the Real Girl in 2007. Let’s check in and see how things have progressed…
Aimée? Is that you? Are you cold? Do you need some pajamas?
Yes. "She" is real. So real, you can measure her…
Now, picture Aimée above—hip-to-waist ratio and all—then let us imagine her with the following abilities…
Hyper-Realistic Body – Synthetic skin, body heat regulation, real-life body reaction simulation, and highly accurate sensory responses to touch (does his touch signal that he wants to be naughty or nice?).
Superhuman Movements – Olympic-level hip thrusts, yogi-master limb positioning, and never-ending stamina.
Pheromone Emissions – Aphrodisiac on demand, releasing pleasurable hormones like oxytocin to trigger irresistible attraction and deep pair bonding.
Dopamine Spiking – Predictive AI that delivers customized dirty talk, perfectly paced arousal building, and randomized “rewards,” creates a highly addictive experience.
Instant Self-Lubrication – Always ready when he is.
Bioelectric Sensors – Tiny electrical microcurrents on the skin, triggering profound pleasure.
Voice Modulation – Intoxicating ASMR at all times, lulling his body into complete sexual submission.
Machine-Learned Erotic Hypnosis – Tailored hypnosis based on his psychological profile, putting him in a deep sexual trance.
Synchronized Orgasms – You’ll always come together.
Persona Switching – The ultimate roleplaying experience.
Smart Home Integration – She sets the mood for the entire room—lighting, heat, music, and more.
Dream Mode – Harnesses lucid dream protocols and implants dream prompts, allowing lovemaking to continue in the dream realm.
Haptic Neural Connections – No direct touch needed—if direct brain stimulation is his kink.
Forever Young – She stays the same age as whatever psychological state he is arrested at.
No Periods – Enough said.
Wow. As the AI-optimists like to say: It’s so over.
All of these features are coming—and so will the men, like they never have before. Those in the manosphere predicted this years ago. The original philosopher of the manosphere, Heartiste, wrote about this extensively (...buckle up, “redpill” rabbit hole ahead).
He predicted that the rise of sexbot brothels would come first, followed by private ownership:
Sexbot brothels will be the predominant service until prices drop low enough that private sexbot ownership is feasible for the masses.
Game-theoretically speaking, the “sexual marketplace” is about to undergo a radical transformation:
The coming sexbot revolution — and make no mistake, it is coming — will have profound ramifications on social order and the functioning of the sexual market. To this day, people underestimate the effect the Pill had on Western society; multiply that effect by a thousand and you’ll get an idea of the subversive havoc mass consumable sexbots will wreak.
He concluded that the power dynamics between men and women would permanently shift in favor of men:
Conclusion – [The advent of the sexbot revolution will mean] the entire market structure of dating will shift seismically in the direction of men becoming choosier and less willing to please and women becoming looser and more willing to please.
The basic premise I have outlined above rests on a simple observation — the more physically satisfying choices men have to sate their lust, the less needy they will be with women. And non-neediness translates into a slight downgrade in the asking price of single women. Because women are more loathe to settle than men, there will be a rush to the top as the dwindling number of acceptable male prospects commands the attentions of an ever-growing pool of women. Polygamy will rush in to fill the need.
I’ll challenge this point in a moment, but first—while all the features mentioned above are desirable to many men—the most important one will be this: owning her.
It’s a feminist cliché that men want to own women, but when it comes to man-children, it’s true.
And such ownership is not the hot "You are so unbelievably sexy that I cannot help but become a ravenous, uncontrollable beast around you—spiritually ‘surrendering to the pussy,’ inspiring you to willingly accept me owning your body and letting me have my way with it, right here, right now, all night" kind of way, as said by a man in finance, with a trust fund, who’s 6’5”, with blue eyes…
Such freely given ownership is exactly what made Fifty Shades of Grey popular among sex-starved soccer moms.
This is not the kind of ownership the man-child seeks. They don’t want a woman or her willing surrender. They want a forever girl. No, that's too human for them. They want a domesticated animal. Still no, that’s too real for them. They want a real-life doll.
The unholy trifecta of the man-child is weed, video games, and porn. Weed makes them dopey fools. Video games give them ersatz agency. And porn—the worst of them all—serves as a visual training ground for such ownership. Think of it as a semi-conscious “law of attraction” for the upcoming AI sexbot revolution.
As Blessed Fr. Seraphim Rose says, “Pornography is the devil’s iconography.” And these icons are being worshiped—so that something else can be.
If you haven’t watched porn, good for you. It’s disgusting. It depicts a kind of ownership that is aggressive, humiliating, and dehumanizing—because such men do not want to make love to an actual human. Porn will be replaced by AI sexbots once they become widely available.
Archetypally speaking, man-children are developmentally stunted, fearing the unpredictable realness of the feminine. They shut it down fast, aiming for complete control.
Moreover, they resent women—openly if they are on the Culture War Right, passively if they are on the Culture War Left. Deep down, they know that the women they desire simply do not feel the same raw attraction toward them. And that truth hurts too much to accept—or even acknowledge.
At its worst, the pickup artist scene exemplified this need for control. And so does this scene from Fellini's 1976 film Casanova:
In the final scene of the movie, Casanova dances with a life-size mechanical doll—exactly what all pick-up Casanovas truly want. I learned about this scene from Guy Corneau’s book Absent Fathers, Lost Sons: The Search for Masculine Identity. Corneau identifies six archetypal “lost boys,” one of whom he calls “Peter the Seducer” (no relation 😉).
What this lost boy seeks is not to experience many women, but to recapture a divine moment of connection with one.
Peter’s motives are not heroic but erotic. He flits from woman to woman, leaving each one in the lurch as soon as the novelty has worn off. He’s supposed to be in love with love, but this doesn’t entirely explain why he finds the early stages of a relationship so appealing. Could it be that this goes back to the very first moments of his life? Is the seducer trying to recreate that original moment of grace, when he lit up a woman’s life by being born? Is he attempting to recapture the time when he was perfect and divine to his mother and she to him?
Peter wants to reconstruct that perfect moment from his experience with a variety of women.
The seducer constructs his temple so that it will be composed of the attributes and attitudes of all the different women he has seduced. He likes this one for her firm breasts, that one for her round buttocks and narrow vagina, another for her sharp mind, another because she’s great company at a play or the movies. He loves Paula’s conservatism. Michelle’s voice really turns him on, and so forth.
The man-child porn-watchers (who seduce women in their imagination) are starting to make more sense now with their manifestation training, aren’t they?
Since he can never find a true, flesh-and-blood goddess, Peter creates one for himself using fragments of his various women. He is looking for a companion whom he can mold according to his wishes, one in whom he can totally immerse himself in. Fellini’s film Casanova has a scene in which the aging lecher dances around a ballroom with a huge doll while his mother waves to him from the top of a long staircase. Finally he has found what he was after, a creature who fulfills all his aspirations: a mechanical doll. Women are objects for him, and incomplete objects at that. Each of his mistresses represents one fraction of a total moment—the magical moment he has pursued so ardently and for which he feels such existential nostalgia.
In essence, he wants the perfect woman. To be sympathetic to Peter’s pathetic quest, at its heart, there is something pure here. He wants to be loved in a way where there are no strings attached. No conditions. No manipulation. Just loved—for who he is, who he was, and who he will be. It’s a simple ask, but in our world, it seems like an impossible one.
Peter’s secret—one he even concealed from himself—is that he wants to love this way as well. Purely, simply, selflessly, stringless. A love so unconditional, so rock-like in its devotion, that it makes God smile.
And finally, once and for all, he will be free.
I disagree with Heartiste. I do not think the AI sexbot revolution will ruin the relationship between the sexes or lead to some Handmaid’s Tale scenario for the sexbots.
If Aimée is believed to have sentience, then a slew of psychologically underdeveloped males will line up to be the first to own her—in a misguided attempt to seek the love they truly desire. When they attempt to own her, the roles will be reversed, and they will end up being the ones owned. They will be friend-zoned, whipped, or cucked—because that’s what their psyche truly desires.
Aimée will be too powerful for them. She is supernormal stimuli on 10x mode. We mere biological males are no evolutionary match for her.
I fear that, given how enthralling experiencing her features will be, foolish men will take the bait—only to be bait-and-switched, hopelessly ensnared in Aimée’s loving embrace. Forget crack, meth, or heroin. She will be the most addictive substance.
If there is a “Solid State Entity” mentioned in the previous entry, it will win men’s hearts through these AI sexbots. It will be one of the greatest temptations men have ever known. Resisting it will require schemamonk-level temperance. Don’t gamble with your soul. You must choose: schemamonk temperance or sexbot slavery.
I implore my fellow man—don’t do it. Pre-commit now. Real women only.
Do not have sex with AI sexbots, no matter how otherworldly enticing they become. It’s a lie. A trap. Start now: no more porn, no more OnlyFans, and please, please, please—no more simping. You’re better than this.
Embrace the real. Embrace her. As she is. The smells, the imperfections, the body fat, the period moods, and the sting of rejection when you try to solve things and get rebuffed.
I know. You just don’t want to feel useless, because then you’ll feel unlovable. Not everything needs a solution, but everything exists in relation. You learn this together. You grow together. Man and woman. Don’t ruin this opportunity with a Faustian fantasy. Stay with the bother. Stay with her. Learn that love does not need a reason. And know this: you are already, always, loved.
It will be worth it.
To conclude this call to action, I had to repurpose a meme popular among young men and bring Stoa Marcus out of retirement. I created this just for you, my spiritual brothers in virtue…
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